Falls of the Hinterlands Why should I care

Sure, follow me. Zula led them deep into the forest, following her own tracks back to the way she had come. It reminded her of the many days she had spent alone in the past - tracking packs, lurking in the shadows, quietly tailing other wolves. 

There she said and stopped, nodding her head to paw prints in the mud. There were muddy paws on the trunk of a fallen tree too, giving them a sense of the directing the wolf had gone. There was barely a scent left, but it was a good place to start.